The turning sun

It is 31 May, and in three weeks’ time the sun turns round and heads south, but today has dawned grey, chilly, and windy again. In the garden the plants are doing surprisingly well, although some are clearly struggling to flourish. The geraniums are winners and about to burst into abundant flower! Two more winners,…

Scattering ashes

Last week, one year ago, we scattered my mother’s ashes in a place which she loved. But those words don’t seem quite right. They make the action sound trivial, like throwing something away. It was high up, the wind swirled and took the ashes, some touched us, and then there was silence. And I felt…

The soughing of the wind

My mother woke me this morning. I didn’t open my eyes, I just lay still, and remembered the sound of her voice, and her scent. She came in the moment a year ago when we scattered her ashes – the wind swirled and soughed, and then it was silent. I sensed release, escape, peace. The…

Best-ever Bread – wholegrain, spelt, and soya milk

OK, it doesn’t look great, but the taste was absolutely wonderful, and even after four days it is very good – fresh and toasted. I used my basic bread recipe, learned at the first of only three evening classes in baking: 750 gms flour, consisting of 300 gms wholegrain flour, 300 gms spelt, 150 gms…